HOW SILENT?

Photo: Marie Elena Good

Photo: Marie Elena Good

Photo by Deanna Marie Metts
Dashing through the thoughts
Of an A.D.D.-fraught head.
Presents to be bought;
Writing this instead.
Pretty snow outside
Calling me to play
“Ought to/want to” soon collide
Now, which will win today?
Hey!
Cards to write! Sweets to bake!
Stockings to be hung!
Presents to be bought and wrapped, and carols to be sung!
Hey!
Cards to write! Sweets to bake!
Stockings to be hung!
Presents to be bought and wrapped, and carols to be sung!
Dashing through the mall
In a state of frenzied fear.
Busy! Aren’t we all?
It’s that time of year!
Who did I forget?
Did I check my list out twice?
Then I break into a sweat
For paying retail price!
Oh!
Cards to write! Sweets to bake!
Stockings to be hung!
Presents to be bought and wrapped, and carols to be sung!
Hey!
Cards to write! Sweets to bake!
Stockings to be hung!
Presents to be bought and wrapped, and carols to be sung!
As I sit and write
And I work to make this rhyme,
Joy creeps in despite
I’m running out of time
To do the things I must
Like write my Christmas cards.
Instead I sit and look nonplussed –
Give judgment my regards.
Oh!
Things to do! Things to do!
Running out of time!
Cannot pull myself away from working on this rhyme.
Hey!
Things to do! Things to do!
But I’m not uptight.
Oh what fun it was to write a Christmas poem tonight!
Hey!

Nativity by Gertrude Kasebier c 1901
Following the angel’s appearance months ago,
A young woman – mystified, yet willing –
Subjected herself to ridicule
While readying for the baby whose presence
Began making itself evident.
Then came the night
On the heels of a long and arduous journey
In humbleness of setting and witness.
How prepared was the young woman’s weary body
And emotion-laden heart
For the miracle of birth,
Let alone this Miracle of Birth – this holy night
That culminates in pulling her newborn son to her breast,
Offering life-giving milk
To the very One who created life,
And came to offer it eternal.
What God is this who would choose this humble,
Implausible means
Out of love for a sinner?
My God.
My God…
© 2013, Marie Elena Good

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I wanted
I needed
I begged
I pleaded
I coveted
I must
I craved
I lust
I hungered
I yearned
I hankered
I burned
I pined
I panted
I thirst
I ranted
I longed
I itched
For what I pitched.
© Marie Elena Good, 2009

I long for a world
Not riddled with sin
Where the earth is kind,
And the people therein.
(c) Marie Elena Good, 2009

© Marie Elena Good, 2009

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In case you ever wondered:
She lives, breathes,
And has had her share of heartache,
But
Enjoys life to the fullest.
She is married (happily)
Christian (joyously)
Nonna (blissfully)
Aging (gracefully?)
Content (mercifully)
And yes,
you were her first
kiss.
P.S. She no longer wears braces.
© Marie Elena Good 2009

What’s mine is mine. What’s yours is mine.
Remember this, and we’ll be fine.
E-con-oh-me? Not for the wee!
E-con- NO! MY! economy.
© Marie Elena Good 2009

Photo credit: “Bill” of lovethispic.com
Silent lips call not the privileged,
But the pillaged –
Lifted lamp in hand, pursuing
Pomp’s undoing.
Mother of Exiles’ mild eyes
Don’t canonize ennoblement,
Nor demonize the waifs’ lament.
Her lamp is lit,
Her mission, writ –
“Send these,” her timeless, ceaseless plea.
Dear homeless, come. Be loved. Breathe free.
© Marie Elena Good, 2016

Photo credit: Deanna Marie Metts
One heart was freed
One soul was saved
One life unchained
One sentence waived
One died for me
One took my place
One sacrifice
One act of grace
One Holy God
One Trinity
One Perfect Lamb
One thankful me
© copyright 2009, Marie Elena Good